Young Pappy - Killa

All white like I'm Mensa I got Teezy in my swisha (Teezzzyyyy)
I dropped 2 cups in August, swear that mixtape too official
Got 2 of everything 2 watches 2 chains and 2 pistols not just 2 pistols
2 clips too, extendos longer than pencils, fuck you mean?
I go hard for my team, boy fuck you thought?
Nigga I rock designer, shorty this shit cost
I don't know what the fuck you bought
So you not from over there but you over there
You gettin' whacked give a fuck if you lost
I done turned into a savage, the shit I got taught
All I hang with is killas I ain't neva got caught
My squad go crazy
I'm with shotty go crazy
Know the boss folks crazy he be totin' the .380
I dare a nigga try to play me I'ma lay his ass down like he lazy
Bitch I ain't for none, they put a nigga on parole
See I couldn't walk around with no gun
You can ask bro n 'em
They'll tell you about foe' n 'em
And how them niggas see me and they run
'Cause they know I got it on me and I can merch on my homie
I'm used to ridin' round by my lonely
But Sheen just called say he wanna ride with me
So I put 'em in the back let em tote the macaroni and that bitch go (Blllllat)
Semi automatic, it took off a nigga back
I wish a nigga would try to run up on Pap
Hell yeah I can fight, but I rather up a strap I rather up a pole on a nigga
Got a keep a pole on me nigga I'm too known for a nigga
How you get caught for a pole lil nigga and you home already, lord know you done told on a nigga
You can catch me on the pole where is cold you can froze lil nigga
Need a sweater or a coat lil nigga
No sense of humor but if you walk around broke lil nigga
I laugh at that joke lil nigga which yo funny ass

Fake ass Trus with yo bummy ass
I done came along way from sellin' dummy bags
Now I'm gettin' money nowwww
Smoking on dope

I got money I got bitches, etc
Bitch I was gettin' caught with this and go felon
No season this year i'm smokin' on metal
Flats keep me rollin' like I'm on adderall
I be bussin' my squad ain't for nothing let my nina talk and she don't like discussion
A couple face shots, couple shots to his stomach, his brains oozin' out
That shit look like some vomit somebody get his ass up
Ambulance picked his ass up he's dead on arrival there's no point in tryin'
The doctor stitch his ass up or it's over with PBG who I'm rollin' with
But you already know that shit they pay homage like they owe that shit
I see you got a gun, you not on shit till you blow that bitch
If I was a scared man, I'd be dead man
Smokin' headband, tryin' get higher than Redman
Pack so loud I ain't hear what you sayin' man
You'll never see me down and talkin' to the feds man
Fuck what a nigga heard
PBG be the word I'm just tryna get a check like the 3rd
Ridin' round with my bitch smokin' herb
Got 2 twin forties that's the only thing his and hers
Hell nah I ain't scared I'ma let this bitch blow
Boy I gave yo bitch back, shorty let that shit go
yeah I let her suck my dick but I let that bitch know
Hell yeah I got a bitch so I let my bitch know
'Cause it's levels to this shit
Rules, regulations she give me dumb brain like she neva had no education
You ain't tryna kill none boy I see you hesitating
Shooting with yo eyes closed, fuck you doin' meditating
Boy If you scared go to church, read Revelation
Quick to blow, thank the lord I got better patience
Niggas know boy I be higher than elevators
Turn the day you got smoked into a celebration

Hold on, I be goin' crazy!
Who the killa nigga?
Who the killa nigga?
You ain't no killa nigga

Written by:
Omotayo Hassan

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